Hearing these words said in Thirteenth Wang's trembling voice, Fan Xian couldn't help shiver on Wu Zhu's back. He looked at his two friends not far away and could not say anything.
He knew that Thirteenth Wang was speaking truthfully because Haitang and his pale face and unusually complicate gaze revealed everything. There were truly very few things in the world that could make those two quail in such fear.
Fan Xian coughed violently but still could not make a sound. He felt his scalp become numb as each strand of hair felt like needles sticking into his head. A wave of unstoppable pain and fear washed over him.
